Gold, silk, lacquer: the kit and garb of Japan’s imperial ceremony
Tokyo, Japan | AFP | Tuesday 10/22/2019 – 09:57 UTC+8 By: Miwa Suzuki Rarely seen outfits, elaborate thrones and ancient paraphernalia adorn…
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